Oklahoma! Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet,
When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma every night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.


We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand

And when we say,
Yeow! A-YIP-I-O-EE-AY, Ow!
Were only say-in "You're doing fine Oklahoma,

Oklahoma OK"

[Chanting:] "Okla-Homa, Okla-Homa, Okla-Homa, Okla-Homa!"


We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand

And when we say,
Yeow! A-YIP-I-O-EE-AY, Yeow!
Were only say-in "You're doing fine Oklahoma,

Oklahoma!"

O-k-L-A-H-O-M-A

Oklahoma!